Wednesday, March 30, 2011

SOME SILENT MOMENTS

Its that time of the day,
When everything around me comes to a standstill
and I start climbing my thoughts hills.

Its the time when my conscience supersedes the unconscious
I retrospect all my actions and their repercussion.

Trying to satisfy all that comes my way,
I mold myself everyday like clay.

Its more like a predicament, an entanglement,
Bound by the chain of my own thoughts,
I think,think and think a lot.

Blocking the immediate need of hour,
I work less and think more,
I think,think and think to the core.

This is one of the biggest loopholes in my life,
Just because, I always try and look the other side.

I may not take everything as a granted treasure,
and do everything just for my own pleasure.

I may leave behind many unfulfilled desires of my own,
For I am neither a mechanical toy nor a clone

I understand, that life demands a flow,
and one can't compete with the surroundings, by being so slow.

But, being a human, I have social responsibilities,
Even if it means, hindering a few of my abilities.

But,sometimes I do succumb to the need of the hour,
Don't always measure me by my actions
For may be I mean something else
and something else are your percception.


2 comments:

  1. Okay. The need of the hour is - a mutual talk. I like the theme; but, there are some of my concerns, which are very serious. I can't chastise you here. ;)

    The second last stanza made its impact. The last one was sort of unnecessary.

    The one including "predicament" was awesome.

    As far as the rest is concerned: we'll talk in person. Not here. :)

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